What I do best.
When she opens the door a moment later, it nearly steals my goddamn breath.
Her long hair is still wet from a shower, appearing darker than the light blonde it normally is, her face free of makeup aside from something shiny she has on her lips.
Something I want to taste, lick every bit of it away from her plush lips.
She’s wearing a pale blue tank top that’s loose and flowy, with a short denim skirt.
Fuck me. She’s stunning, in an effortless kind of way.
“Hey,Coach.” She smiles brightly, gaze dropping to the cup in my hand. Her eyes widen. “Did you… bring me coffee?”
She’s as surprised as I am.
“I was getting one for myself. Woulda been rude if I didn’t get one, yeah?” I shrug.
Like it’s not a big deal.
And it isn’t.
It’s just a fuckingcoffee.
She’s just the only woman I’ve ever bought acoffeefor.
“Since when doyoucare about being rude?” she smarts. But her lips are curved into a smile.
I pass her the coffee, but just as she goes to take it from me, I pull it back out of reach, holding it above her head. She’s five foot two on a good day, so not a shot in hell she’s getting it. “How about instead of the coffee, I make better use of this mouth since you clearly want to use yours this morning.”
For the briefest moment, her eyes flicker with heat, and then she’s leaning closer, giving me a whiff of her sweet scent. My nostrils flare.
Honey and cinnamon, mixed with something else that makes my head swim.
“You could. But… I’ll take the coffee first.” She grabsmycoffee out of my hand with a smirk and sashays off into her apartment.
Knowing I’m going to watch every step of her heart-shaped ass as she does.
She’s going to be the goddamn death of me, I’m certain of it.
I realize as I follow behind her that there’s a… familiarity between us that wasn’t present before. Maybe it’s because we’vespent the last few weeks sneaking around like teenagers, and in the process learning a bit about each other.
And as shocking as it is, I think I prefer her this way.
Comfortable and at ease, saying whatever’s on her mind without hesitation.
“Thanks for the coffee,” she murmurs, pressing her palms against my stomach and lifting up on the tips of her toes to press her lips quickly, casually, to mine.
My throat feels tight, but I manage to push out, “Welcome.”
She grins. “I’m sure you didn’t come over just to bring me coffee, so what’s up?”
I’m hesitant.
A long pause settles between us, one that she breaks by adding, “Or did you come here to do dirty things to me?”
I chuckle, unable to stop myself. “I always want to do dirty things to you, Sunshine, but no, I’m here because… uh, I have a favor to ask you.”
“Okay, what kind of favor?” She brings the iced coffee to her lips and takes a quick sip, then waggles her eyebrows. “Is it a dirty favor?”
